Boer felt a growing tension within his heart.
He sensed something was amiss.
If it were just ordinary surveillance.
As long as he offered some money, the guards or soldiers watching the road would surely let them pass immediately.
After all, guarding the entrance is merely part of their routine work.
They would never bother to make life difficult for merchants with legal and compliant status.
Instead, they'd prefer to look the other way and pocket the benefits.
However, the scene before him...
Boer looked directly at the middle-aged man, full of inquiries, and asked, "Sir, what do you mean by this?"
"I am from Morgan Town and a registered merchant with the Merchant Guild."
"Furthermore, I have lawfully paid the passage tax according to Morgan Town's regulations."
"On what grounds do you refuse to allow my smooth passage?"
Listening to Boer's calm and clear words, the guards behind him stepped forward, their faces serious.
They wore weapons on their bodies.
